Last night I dreamed of Sam. 

We were at my mom's house. It was night time. We started having small talk with each other as we were walking out side to go smoke a cigarette.

In the moment I realized that he had been dead, and I hadn't seen in a long time. We hugged each other abruptly and tightly.

We released each other from our embrace.  I asked him if he was sleeping over at Mom's. He said he was sleeping at Vicky's.